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By day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and	A
has a soul	B
Prairie and valley streets of the city pour people into	C
it and they mingle among its twenty floors and are	D
poured out again back to the streets prairies and	A
valleys	E
It is the men and women boys and girls so poured in and	A
out all day that give the building a soul of dreams	F
and thoughts and memories	E
Dumped in the sea or fixed in a desert who would care	G
for the building or speak its name or ask a policeman	H
the way to it	I
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Elevators slide on their cables and tubes catch letters and	A
parcels and iron pipes carry gas and water in and	A
sewage out	J
Wires climb with secrets carry light and carry words	K
and tell terrors and profits and loves curses of men	L
grappling plans of business and questions of women	H
in plots of love	M
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Hour by hour the caissons reach down to the rock of the	N
earth and hold the building to a turning planet	O
Hour by hour the girders play as ribs and reach out and	A
hold together the stone walls and floors	P
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Hour by hour the hand of the mason and the stuff of the	N
mortar clinch the pieces and parts to the shape an	Q
architect voted	R
Hour by hour the sun and the rain the air and the rust	S
and the press of time running into centuries play	T
on the building inside and out and use it	I
	-
Men who sunk the pilings and mixed the mortar are laid	U
in graves where the wind whistles a wild song	V
without words	K
And so are men who strung the wires and fixed the pipes	W
and tubes and those who saw it rise floor by floor	X
Souls of them all are here even the hod carrier begging	Y
at back doors hundreds of miles away and the brick	Z
layer who went to state's prison for shooting another	A2
man while drunk	B2
One man fell from a girder and broke his neck at the	N
end of a straight plunge he is here his soul has	C2
gone into the stones of the building	Y
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On the office doors from tier to tier hundreds of names	D2
and each name standing for a face written across	E2
with a dead child a passionate lover a driving	Y
ambition for a million dollar business or a lobster's	F2
ease of life	G2
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Behind the signs on the doors they work and the walls	H2
tell nothing from room to room	I2
Ten dollar a week stenographers take letters from	J2
corporation officers lawyers efficiency engineers	K2
and tons of letters go bundled from the building to all	L2
ends of the earth	M2
Smiles and tears of each office girl go into the soul of	M
the building just the same as the master men who	C
rule the building	Y
	-
Hands of clocks turn to noon hours and each floor	X
empties its men and women who go away and eat	N2
and come back to work	O2
Toward the end of the afternoon all work slackens and	A
all jobs go slower as the people feel day closing on	P2
them	Q2
One by one the floors are emptied The uniformed	R2
elevator men are gone Pails clang Scrubbers	F2
work talking in foreign tongues Broom and water	A2
and mop clean from the floors human dust and spit	I
and machine grime of the day	T
Spelled in electric fire on the roof are words telling	Y
miles of houses and people where to buy a thing for	X
money The sign speaks till midnight	S2
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Darkness on the hallways Voices echo Silence	T2
holds Watchmen walk slow from floor to floor	X
and try the doors Revolvers bulge from their hip	U2
pockets Steel safes stand in corners Money	V2
is stacked in them	Q2
A young watchman leans at a window and sees the lights	W2
of barges butting their way across a harbor nets of	M
red and white lanterns in a railroad yard and a span	Q
of glooms splashed with lines of white and blurs of	M
crosses and clusters over the sleeping city	V2
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars	X2
and has a soul	B

Carl Sandburg

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